first saw the Clash November 1976 at the ICA up the Mall. Healy had just invited the IMF in and the first murmurs of the monetarist nightmare was beginning; London was so fucking grey and drab
"Panda cars crawling around. Here it comes!! 11 o clock. Where can we go nooowww!!!"
the telly was jam packed with racist light entertainment and it seemed to be permanently raining.
Walking in ( the Subway Sect, bless em, were supporting ) to that little gig was literally like walking into a another dimension. They had about 8 songs most of which they played twice, and then again, for good measure; Stummer had this twitching mad rage, he had this passion I have never seen since - yeah, he was the moral authority of that group and a sort of spokesman of the times.
I went right away again the next week to see em at Fulham Town Hall. The mike was live and some poor roadie tried to fix it prompting a long rant against consumerism from the man himself "its just a fucking piece of metal for talking thru." He wouldnt let the roadie fix it - instead he just kept touching it with his lips all night recoiling back from the shocks whilst hacking mentally at his "axe." He was, quite literally, electric.
I have never seen anything like it again.